Saturday, July 10, 2010

past lives

1.where does the head gonot where its told toover and overbreaking the rulesbroken heart

open and closedwhere does the head gofavorite placeswhere does the heart goalways be aroundbroken head

what can i tell younot what i'm told toover and overbreaking the promisesbroken ego

started and finishedwhere does the heart goaway from strangerswhere does the head goold forgotten placesbroken heart

how the freedom of flight in black night screams so perfectly out of the folds in each crease of the blanket of stars reaching its silken arms above me and stretching until it meets with all four corners of the sea below me, my eyes peeled wide open, mouth like a sailor, how many sirens could sing me to sleep? on a stage, in the ceiling, peeling out of a wrapper, unfurling like some wild apparition of a song i had heard once before in the throes of my youth, but the size of it is all too large and it wraps those silken arms around me, then bends itself inwards until i'm inside out and every single word is the most pristine sound. falling like rain, two yellow lines of a highway twisting upon the slate gray surface like a snake, coiling at the foot of a mirror, on the rooftops, in the walls, ripping out of an envelope, unwinding as if it were propelled by the nature of grace itself, in a perfectly calculated motion, and the clouds begin to rattle as the city takes the plunge into the siren's open hands...hands like an opera...my features, black and white, like a piano, slowly regaining color...into red mouth, chalk skin, pupils like the flash of a raven's wing, and my twig legs, planted firmly in the earth...

you can take your pills, but me, i'll take the open sky

1.Oh! special places and the ever-presentpretentious facesyou are, at timesone and the same.

I can smell it as soon as itbegins to spoil.forgotten meat, long left alonethose ever-present pretentious faces.

you are not the only oneto feel so aloneso leave me alone

2.words can feel so invalid and suspicioussuspicions arise at the words i despisethree thousand hits hit all at oncea taste of oblivion, then its doneten thousand come downstoo many interruptions to reconsiderwhat it once was at the startso i turn aroundhits in reverse, save the last for the firstwords can feel so impoliteand freedom lies in the power of flightblack nightthe perfect come downmy dear last days as the globe spins quickwords sometimes they make me sickwith every intention comes the dawndaybreak in my fragile mindcounting now from time to timeevery eggshell i step on seems to crackthree thousand hitshit like a kissand your lipsopen ended answers, the distractioni missedwith every feeble attempt at this

i

saw you in the widening corner

all your angles were turning obtuse

though i tried to stop all of the bleeding

it was simply a bit too profuse

cat and mouse

i'd like to play all day

you see you've only shown me

just what i had expected.

cat and mouse games are child's play

i'd like to think that we are

far much older-

that we've outgrown such follies

PERHAPS I SHOULD

PUT MY HEART WHERE MY MOUTH IS

BEFORE THEY BOTH GO MISSING

(don't waste all of your strings)

me, the end

all the green

and your casual lack of concern

brings the bottom fairly close

to all that sits above

i just had to show my utmost care

in giving you what you deserve

telephone calls just make it

uglier

yesterday said that the

time wasn't right

devotion

maybe i'm over being loyal

maybe you can't hold

my ever-waning attentinon

its obvious, though

that the limit's been burned

me, the end

all that green

and your casual lack of concern

i can't make up my mind

once i have what i've

always wanted

i just toss it back

into the green

All My Friends Are Killers.

sometimes I think that every new party’s gonna save me

sitting in the bath when the bouncer calls, he asks me

where’d you run off to last weekend

are you gonna come tonight

love makes me sick so I wonder why they wanna touch me

my hands bloody red like the

rings around my eyes

the sun hates the sky so give me every last drop ‘til it comes

.. ..

all my friends are killers

.. ..

all my lovers are fake, they just want to own me

and stick their hands up my shirt, unbutton my pants and

have their way

all my boyfriends aren’t there

put the cash on the counter and buy me, bit by bit

it doesn’t work, love makes me sick

.. ..

and those lines cut up on the counter top aren’t even real drugs

all the drugs were done years ago

there’s none left, my arms are empty like the

weight of my head

the water is warm and my legs are so white

his voice on the phone makes me laugh like a little girl

or a woman with a gun up her skirt

.. ..

all my days are sedatives

.. ..

the ingredients aren’t right, they just form a clot

I couldn’t admit that he broke my heart

now every time they try to get inside me it simply forms a wedge

between my thighs and the door

all my lovers wanna stick their knife in me

when I say no they tell me it makes them want it more

they say I should just lay down

and try to take it like a man

end up

bleeding out

.. ..

there’s exceptions to the golden rules

drank until I couldn’t talk and added some

fast food and smoke,

in the earliest morning the moon swings on its noose, high

the bouncer wore a silver suit-

every new party’s gonna save me

all my lovers make me wanna die

all my dreams are lucid ones

.. ..

the static’s a crime

every face is a new one, you’re perfect

my legs spread open wide

the first time it ends is the next since the last

and now this is the part in the sex where I laugh

each bartender has a crooked smile

your fur coat reminds of me running fast

I’m on my couch in oblivion just wishing that

he was pushing me

.. ..

in the house its not safe

on the street its okay

freedom’s so big that it

makes me come

hard

youis it the reason that i'm home?how many places could i havecalled homeand the very thing that is thesense of homecould that be you?

there were so manycitiesmaking up the fibers of myroads and highways that wedrove so many timesi've gone there before

and empty old times i recognizestill the same presence on the blockhow pretendi could pretend i'm prettywhile i sit with the windowrolled downpretty is always the perfect fakepretty is their intentional fate

LOS ANGELESwhy would you spend your time looking for needlesjust one time could be the only time left you justavoid the twist of fate and let the time eat your days eat the time

I HATE WASHED UP LEFTOVER CELEBRITIESHOW DO THEY SURVIVE ALL THESE RERUNS?REALITY TELEVISION GAME SHOW CHALLENGESYOU JUST KEEP PAYING FOR THEIR FOLLIES

how many times can acid be the answer

its so much easier to just have someone do it for youbut what if someone else says that its time for you to learn

it is the alternateso much time. slow glowi follow the trails of colorhow many individual strands?so many immaculatethis could be the catharsisi feel it to be socompound images lead usto the center of a circlehow perfect the timesthere is something i loveabout sugar

black pools distract me from daylighttoo many nights i have spent in disguiseand the times that i knew it was doneare the ones i so readily hide

its my skin i'm not willing to part witheach pore as apiece of awhole and

your eyes!pierce right throughpin me down like apaperclipbent in allkinds of directions

you hit all at onceits such funhow the force knocks me down

how those black pools distract me from daylighteyeing me through thecasual dawnthe blank day

WHERE DID THE DOPE MAN GO?DOPE MAN YOU ARE THE EVER PRESENT

ARE THE SOUNDS TOO GOOD? ITS SICKTOMORROW'S THE OPEN CUT ON THE

ten thousand timesover and againnever shallowsometimes it justeats me aliveopen and mellowcancer forlorntoday you mightswallow me wholepretty in tanglesknots in the strandsmaybe we shouldtie the loose endsuntil the nextbig thing beginskill the old news

open and closemy black eyeswhat a benigndisease it iswhat a designto reckon with